Midnight Rain

The sounds of your teardrop.

It was a Midnight Rain,
When I can't sleep,
When I lost myself once again
When, every light i've seen was dim.

I kept thinking about her
I kept having the same thought
I kept nervous even when i tried to calm down,
I kept... being sorry for everything i've done i dont know and i know.


Tonight is a Midnight Rain,
I'm trying to get closer to her,
I tried to open up but my mouth can't be open.
I keep praying for her, worried for her,
Even if I lost myself again.

Im thinking "what you're doing?",
Im thinking "what you're thinking 'bout?",
I think, you think that tomorrow when you wake up, is another day for the same day as everyday.
Stop it, i'm ready to change.

When we're getting closer,
I know the scars and wounds will get deeper,
The pain-will-be, will be the endless pain.
When we're far away to each other,
Everything will be the same.


Soon will be my Midnight Rain,
When I can't stop the pain,
When I will choose to lose the game,
When I'll not care about the fame.

I will stay and say sorry,
I will stay hungry and lonely,
I will block my way,
And I will choose to cheat the way I play.

I know no one can fully understand me,
Random words from my random thinking,
At least i feel free,
I know Midnight Rain is covering the sound of my teardrop and the loud voice shouting inside me.

Midnight Rain, litterally,
A sincere Sorry for Mother,
And father, too.
I hope you can forgive me.
Please be Happy and Be healthy.
Physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.

Don't worry, Midnight Rain knows when to come to comfort the little, innocent, weak and lonely me.
Someday will come,
War inside my mind will be done.

Don't worry.
Midnight Rain is on its way for me.

Smile,
My lovely Parents.


H.

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Reviews

[barleygirl]

Overall, I love your poem . . . nicely original & searching & longing. I like when a writer uses repetition by altering a line a little bit . . . "it was midnight rain" (past) . . . "tonight is M.R." (present) . . . "soon will be M.R." (future) . . . this pleases me how you say so much in this shorthand way (M.R. is past/present/future). Also you write with a style where you restate a thing, using a word twice in a row, but a little bit differently each time, & these musings create a puzzling sense of emphasis that I find intriguing. Most of all I love that your writing doesn't feel manicured, but it feels raw & authentic, just like the real thoughts tumble from a person's mind (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie